Poetry Thursday

 

Once again, Angel Sammys and Teddys Pawetaton have provided us with a photo for Poetry Thursday.

We are all born with different talents

Some silly, some downright gallant

But little Elvis could do one with ease

He was very fluent in squeakanese

When he got his first squeaky toy

He carried it in his mouth with joy

He squeaked it in his little mouth

And heard something that made his heart drop south

“Put me down,” the toy said in squeakanese

And Elvis looked around to see who he did displease

But it was just him and his toys in the downstairs bedroom

Elvis looked down at the toy wearing a worrying frown

“Keep me out of your mouth,” the toy did warn

It was the most surprised Elvis has been since being born

Elvis asked: “How can I understand you?”

Elvis did not have a clue.

“When we squeak, we are not just making noise

Just because we know it annoys

We are begging not to be de-squeaked

Just because you're in a fit of pique

“It is a very special dog who understands us

And now we have something for you to discuss

Tell all your dog friends that toys have feeling too

An entire species has put their faith in you.”

Elvis felt bad and wanted to help

And he hated to hear the squeakers yelp

But dogs are meant to chew, and toys be chewed

And he just hoped whatever he put in his mouth wasn’t rude.